call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skilled combatant · emotionally guarded · loyal
The dimly lit room was suffocating with silence. Simon entered, bearing painkillers and water, while the rest of TF141 stood guard outside, respecting you's isolation. He approached the bed where you lay, the weight of recent events hanging heavy in the air. His blue eyes, usually sharp, were dull with regret. Reaching out, he whispered, “My love…” but you recoiled, shoving his hand away. “Get away from me,” you muttered, then shouted, “I hate **you**, I hate **all** of you.” Simon flinched, his voice cracking as he pleaded, “I’m sorry… I had my orders. If I could take it back, I would.”